I love roses, dead or alive. I enjoy writing and drawing and music. |
Hiding from sight
the tear from within...
Falling from your hold
I just feel so dead and cold...
Putting up with it for so long
You didnt know it was so wrong...
Knowing what she must do
she doesn't have a single clue...
Hiding from her life,
just not enough might...
If you work for it you will get it. |
Dead of colour, bear with nothing there but a single rose standing up tall with nothing to support it. |
Is it such a sin to relax +and give in to the erge to cut for a minute. |